People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Chapter 155 Valrid

Inside the operating room.

Apshe was strapped tightly to the operating chair.

Four leather straps bound his wrists and ankles, rendering him unable to move.

He infiltrated the mental hospital, hoping to uncover a sensational story that would bring him both fame and fortune.

They had only been infiltrating for a short time when they saw these monsters and were discovered by them.

Having barely escaped the monsters' pursuit, he got lost on the basement level and stumbled into the hands of this pervert wielding a giant pair of scissors.

"Click—click—"

The man with scissors stood in front of Apshe, playing with the scissors in his hand, and slowly approached Apshe's trembling arm.

"FUCK! Get out! Stay away from me!"

He struggled desperately, causing the operating chair to creak and rattle. The cold touch of his fingers filled him with even greater terror, and his screams echoed in the empty operating room.

Just as the scissors were about to cut off Apshe's finger.

"Bang!"

The iron door to the operating room was suddenly kicked open.

Apshe felt a gust of wind sweep past, and before he could react, the scissor-man who had just been standing in front of him was being grabbed by the neck by a man in a dark red trench coat and raised into the air with one hand.

The scissors in the scissor-man's hand fell to the ground, and he waved his hands wildly, trying to break free of his restraints.

"Click."

The sound of bones breaking rang out, the scissor-wielding man's body twitched, and his struggling limbs drooped down.

"Dead?"

Apshe swallowed hard, then stammered, "Who—who are you?"

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the corridor.

Luca came running in, panting, and leaned against the doorframe, gasping for breath: "Huff—why did you run so fast?"

"Could you consider my physical capabilities as an ordinary person?"

He grumbled and then took in the view inside the room.

Reclining in the chair, Apshe noticed the camera around Luca's neck and tentatively asked, "You also received a tip-off and are you here to investigate illegal experiments?"

Luca grinned. "Oh, a fellow journalist? Looks like news from this place is in high demand."

After saying that, he looked around and noticed another camera on the table: "I'll take the memory card; consider it payment for saving your life."

After saying that, he walked over quickly, skillfully took out the memory card, and waved it in front of Apsher.

Apshe was furious, gritting his teeth. That was exclusive footage he had risked his life to capture while evading pursuers!

Now someone else has snatched it away!

He was about to yell at them, but when he caught a glimpse of the man standing to the side and recalled how that man had killed the monster with one hand, he chose to keep quiet.

No matter how valuable the news is, it's not as valuable as your own life.

Suren stepped forward, untied Apshe, and asked, "How much do you know about this place?"

Faced with Suren's question, Apshe dared not be vague. He first glanced at his camera with heartache before saying, "The anonymous email I received included some maps of this mental hospital and some experimental logs."

Apshe pointed to the hall outside, littered with corpses: "The basement was originally just an area they used for preliminary human modification and suturing surgeries."

"Later, in a deeper underground laboratory, they carried out an ultimate project called the Valrid. That experiment is said to have been a groundbreaking success."

"Walrid?"

"What is this?" Suren asked.

"Perhaps it's some kind of substance extracted from the human body? I'm not quite sure."

Apshe shook his head and guessed, "The relevant research reports here were moved a long time ago. I just happened to find them."

"continue."

Suren nodded.

"After the experiment was successful, the basic facilities on the entire basement floor lost their value and were abandoned."

Apshe recounted everything he had seen and heard.

"In order to silence witnesses and destroy evidence, the higher-ups killed all the mentally ill people and some lowly junior researchers on this floor."

"Aren't they afraid of creating negative sentiment within the organization by doing this?"

Suren frowned and asked.

"Huh? I know that. Facilities like this are usually managed in layers, with one person in charge for each layer."

Luca suddenly interjected, "For example, after you join a company, you sign an agreement that prevents you from leaving your workplace for several years, let alone knowing about such things."

Apshe nodded and said, "Their official statement is simply that a serious leak occurred at the experimental facility."

After hearing this, Suren nodded and asked again, "How do we get down?"

Hearing this, Luca, who was standing to the side, curled his lip in dissatisfaction: "Hey! Buddy! We're on the same side, why didn't you ask me?"

Suren glanced at him. This guy probably only went as far as the basement level. If he went any deeper, he'd probably only be guessing and making things up.

Feeling a little guilty after being stared at by Suren, he awkwardly touched his nose and fell silent.

Apshe gave a wry smile and pointed outside: "The only way to the underground core area requires taking a dedicated elevator."

"but----"

He sighed, "The power supply to that elevator was cut off by the people below a long time ago, so we can't start it at all."

Suren raised an eyebrow.

Another power outage?

"Take me there to have a look first."

Suren patted Apshe on the shoulder, his tone calm.

Led by Apshe, the group walked through the basement and arrived at the elevator.

This is a huge circular lifting platform with a large area; it can even be used as a take-off and landing platform for helicopters.

The platform is moored on the edge of the basement level, with no guardrails around it.

Suren came to the edge and looked down. The elevator shaft was bottomless, like a black hole.

Apshe peered down and quickly pulled his neck back in fright: "It's too deep—should we split up and look for fuse boxes or something on this floor?"

"Maybe we can find a backup power source to restart this machine."

Luca walked up familiarly and warmly put his arm around Apshe's shoulder.

He was very fond of this colleague who had provided him with a large number of valuable photos and materials for free.

"Finding fuses and connecting wires is so outdated. With this guy around, we don't need to go through all that trouble."

As he spoke, Luca raised an eyebrow at Suren: "Right?"

Apshe was completely bewildered: "What—?"

Before he could finish speaking, he was already being lifted up.

Suren grabbed Luca with one hand and Apushe's belt with the other, and jumped directly into the elevator shaft.

"ah!!!"

"Wuhu!!!"

The wind howled.

In the raging winds of the rapid descent, Suren used the protruding steel bars and load-bearing beams on the well wall to repeatedly jump sideways, constantly dissipating the terrifying impact of the fall.

"Bang!"

Half a minute later, Suren landed at the bottom of the well, where thick cables and metal supports were piled up.

He released his grip and threw Luca and Apshe to the ground.

"Whoosh!"

A blinding incandescent light suddenly shone down from above, enveloping Suren and the others.

The bright light blinded Apshe and Luca, who instinctively raised their arms to shield their eyes, unable to open them at all.

Luca squinted, barely making out the figure in the light, when his expression changed drastically.

He deftly pulled out a grappling hook gun from his waist and fired it overhead with a "bang".

"Sulen, good luck! I'll go to the high ground to provide cover for you!"

Before he could finish speaking, he was suddenly pulled up.

The very next second Luca ascended, "rat-a-tat-tat-tat—"

Countless blue flames ignited from the white light.